So where exactly is Le Marche you ask?
Well, that’s the number one question friends have asked us when we describe our trip to Italy. The Marche region lies on the east coast of Italy, between the Apennine Mountains and the Adriatic Sea. So if you drive from Rome towards Umbria and hang a right just before Florence, you’ll pass through Le Marche on your way to the coast.
What you’ll find is a region comparably ‘untouched’, borrowing the best of Umbria’s rolling hills and juxtaposing it with a long coastline of white sandy beaches and fortified coastal cities.
*Sigh* even weeks later, I still feel a hint of that warm Italian summer air.
Mark had never been to Italy, but I had many years ago. I thought I knew what to expect, but honestly, even retreading old footsteps felt like a new experience with perfect weather and a husband to share it with.
First up was Rome.
So it’s been a little while and look there goes 2016 and January!
My last blog post was at the beginning of December, which for me, was really the beginning of winding down for the year and the official start of our summer break, hence the hiatus.
When choosing where to stay for our summer break, I only had two simple requests – somewhere warm and with ocean views. Not much to ask is it?
Well, we were not disappointed with our choice when we arrived at our AirBnB on the stunning shores of Belongil Beach, Byron Bay. Writing this post I almost didn’t want to reveal where we stayed because it felt like I’d be giving away Byron Bay’s best-kept secret.
So shhh, don’t tell anyone ok?
New York, New York – the last stop on our incredible 2015 holiday.
Hard to believe it was this time last year we were finishing up the best holiday we’ve had in years. It was also our last few days left with our super awesome travel buddies Jess and Ryan – so we wanted to make sure we made the most of it.
Here are our highlights from in and around the big apple.
Recently we had a lovely short weekend away in Bright, Victoria. We stayed at the beautiful Spring Spur Airbnb, toured the towns of Bright, Beechworth and Myrtleford, made our winding way to the top of Mount Buffalo, and hunted down (and photographed) every last vibrant speck of Autumn.